The more he walks in hell, the stronger Chen Yi feels the call for "rescue".
The divinity is getting stronger and stronger.
Moore led the way, and not long after, they saw the hot magma, and a huge creature with the head of a human and the body of a chicken lying on a piece of pumice, its body being baked until it was shiny.
Chen Yi saw dozens of chicks surrounding it, constantly pecking at the fragrant body.
"The Lord of Faith, the Lord of Salvation," Moore pointed at the creature and said, "That's the Chicken Man. It was originally just an ordinary rooster. It was enlightened by an unknown blessing and became a Chicken Man."
"Why did it fall into hell?"
"Oh, when it was still a chicken, it ate the leftover roast chicken from the owner's house," Moore said with a smile, holding the other half of his jaw, "That happened to be his mother's, mom, he tasted her mother's taste."
The poet straightened his jaw, which almost fell off due to laughter.
He spoke again: "Because of this sin, it has to suffer the pain of having its flesh pecked at by its own children."
The creature with the head of a human and the body of a chicken suddenly howled sharply. It turned out to be a chicken, which had pecked through the crispy skin and bit into the internal organs.
"Honorable you, do you want to try this meat? I guarantee that the meat is delicious. Its crispy skin and tender meat are one of the few enjoyments in this hell." Moore said enthusiastically.
Chen Yi shook his head.
They move on.
Walk through solidified basalt and over boiling lava.
I heard a clanging sound that kept ringing.
Moore raised his head and exclaimed that he was standing in the tall shadow.
Chen Yi also looked up and saw a giant blacksmith. He knelt on the ground, covered his face with an iron block, sealed his eyes and mouth, and put his hands into the waterfall of magma.
He noticed the two men, turned his head and looked over.
Chen Yi looked at Moore.
Moore did not introduce directly, but called to him:
"You ignorant blacksmith,
Create countless magical weapons,
How many lives have been taken away? "
When the giant blacksmith heard this, he twisted his head covered with iron in pain and raised his hands.
With his palms full of lava, he grabbed the edge of the thick iron block and heated it until it was red and soft. Just a moment ago, it was still cold and hard.
He pulled out the iron block from his face and pulled out the skin and flesh. In his bleeding face,
I don't know how many pieces of meat are condensed and lifeless.
The terrifying skull was exposed, and he faced Moore and Chen Yi.
"You don't need to say, you don't need to say,
Just angels and gods, there is one in thirty,
I'm in pain, I'm guilty,
There is no peace every day and every night. "
As he spoke, he placed the masked iron block into the magma.
Wait until it is soft, then apply it to your cheeks and apply it to your eyes and mouth.
He attached it to the iron block, and then dipped his sinful hands into the hot magma to receive baptism.
The giant ignored Moore and Chen Yi.
Walk past the giant blacksmith and his lava waterfall.
Moore acted as a guide and took Chen Yi down another level.
He saw thousands of galloping horses and tens of thousands of iron chains dragging a skinny man covered in rich clothes on the ground full of spikes, constantly scratching his skin and peeling away the little flesh. .
"I am not guilty, I am not guilty, I am their king, their king!" The man howled miserably.
The man in gorgeous clothes had almost all the blood drained from his body, and the sharp thorns were stained with blood.
"Why did you fall into hell?" Chen Yi asked him.
The man was in pain and couldn't hear.
"The Prince of faith, the Lord of salvation," the psalmist points to him,
"He can't answer you, just listen to me.
He was a tribal hero, but he listened to the deception.
It is the greatest mistake to think that people must have a king.
Both arrogance and greed destroy people's natural virtues.
The thunder from the sky was intended as a warning, but he mistakenly thought it was crowning his kingdom.
He became the first king in the world,
So we got this result. "
Chen Yi stared at the man in gorgeous clothes and found that the shackles connecting him to the iron chain were crown-shaped shackles.
He grasped the shackles crown tightly with both hands, holding on tightly and never letting go.
"When did he dye this whole hell red,
When did he atone for his sins? "
Moore concluded.
The poet stepped forward, clasped his fingers together, put them to his mouth, took the half of his jaw, and blew a mistuned whistle.
The two galloping horses broke away from the reins and came to them on the spikes.
Chen Yi and the poet got on the galloping horse.
They galloped across the spiked earth and saw countless suffering souls.
Hell has gone down another level.
Gusts of dark wind passed by.
Chen Yi and the poet dismounted their horses and drove them back.
The poet seemed to be very familiar with this place and ran ahead.
After climbing over a mound, Moore shouted excitedly.
Chen Yi followed him and looked down.
The grotesque pink and black meat mountain is surrounded by countless ghosts. They are forced by desire to work hard, wheezing and gasping, and are tortured.
The disgusting mountain of flesh squirmed, and the sticky plasma spurted out, submerging everyone.
As each hole was filled, the mountain of flesh sang like a recorder.
Orioles sing and swallows dance, a place of lasciviousness.
Chen Yi and the poet walked down the mound.
They heard a deep sigh in the distance.
It was a ranger who was tied to a stone tablet and impaled with swords by chunks of meat dressed as children.
The poet said that he did not recognize him and wanted to ask him personally.
They walked over, and even though the sword blade kept piercing them, the ranger just sighed.
"Why did you fall into hell?" Chen Yi asked.
Seeing the visitor, the ranger said quietly:
"You are not like the souls here, you should be innocent people.
But you will end up in hell, even if you have a good heart like me. "
Moore was dissatisfied and raised his voice: "Watch your wording, He is the King of Faith and the Lord of Salvation."
"What did you do?" Chen Yi asked.
"Look at these children who stabbed me," said the bound ranger, "I was their benefactor."
"Benefactor?" Moore asked in confusion. He glanced at the ghosts who impaled the rangers.
"It's clearly a matter of grudge.
These ghosts are so angry. "
The ranger sighed again, his eyes full of sadness,
“These children are the offspring of prostitutes.
Often sleeping on the streets, living with discrimination.
They are so pitiful, they are so pitiful. "
This puzzled Chen Yi and Moore even more.
"I am Renso's ranger, and I carry a sword at my side when I travel.
Taking advantage of the night, I stabbed them to death, bleeding all over the ground. "
Moore screamed loudly and cursed:
"Why are you killing these children, why are you so mean?"
"I obviously helped them out, they are really pitiful!"
the ranger retorted loudly.
"This is obviously a good thing, why can't anyone understand it?"
The ranger cried and sighed again:
“Instead they wanted to impale me and torture me.
That’s all, everyone in the world cannot distinguish between good and evil.
No one dares to make his hands dirty and unclean like me. "
Chen Yi and Moore no longer paid attention to the ranger.
Continuing downward, they went to see the rest of Hell.
This country of the underworld has all kinds of sins.
The souls who cannot transcend are crying all over the field.
They walked to the last level of hell, the closed bronze door.
There's a three-headed hellhound.
It has three throats, an oily and dark beard, and countless ghosts crawling at its feet.
It enjoys slumber.
Chen Yi looked up at the familiar bronze door.
There are poems carved on both sides of the door.
[Through me, you enter the city of pain; through me, you enter the pit of eternal misery; through me, you enter the people who will never recover. 】
This is from "The Divine Comedy".
Chen Yi had a vague guess about the identity of the Lord of Suffering.
Moore stared at the three-headed dog by the door.
"It is the watchdog of the last hell, guarding the most cherished hell of the Lord of Suffering." Moore introduced, "Let's sneak over and don't wake it up."
After going through so many hells, Chen Yi did not continue to follow Moore.
He simply asked: "Moore, why did you fall into hell?"
Moore was trembling all over.
"Why do you call me the Prince of Faith, the Lord of Salvation? What do you know about me?"
Hearing this, Moore said cautiously: "Do you really want me to answer?"
"Answer me." He said calmly.
"Why did I fall into hell..." Moore pondered for a moment, then slowly said: "I have my fault."
"What's the fault?"
"I asked the angel." The poet raised half of his chin and forced a smile, "And I deceived you. My actual name is Karl."
"I want to make a deal with the great you."
